Goosebumps

This morning I went in to work, where the night staff told me about an interesting thing that happened at around 11:00 pm. She was in the kitchen making pudding, when she heard someone saying "Help me please, somebody." She turned around and saw Ruth standing by another resident's doorway. Picture a short, thin woman in her mid-nineties, stringy white hair in a messy bun, denture-free, in a pink long-sleeved nightgown. Now picture that for the last few months, you've only ever seen her in a wheelchair. Her weak, shaky legs have prevented her from taking even ten steps since about July, and her dementia has made it impossible for her to know what's going on around her.
The night worker nearly panicked, thinking Ruth's legs were about to give out any second. She said, "Hold onto the railing, Ruth, and I'll go get your wheelchair." Ruth said, "That's fine dear. I can walk." Then she took the night lady's hand and walked with perfect normalcy back down the hallway to her room. When she'd returned to her bed, she looked up at the night lady and said, "I was just walking on water..." then she began to speak in tongues.